Friday, August 28, 2009


I am joyous about the food preparations and servings... but I have an irrational fear about tile floors!

I will eat on the edge of them, but not fully on top of them.

Mom, who welcomes and encourages me ANY and EVERYwhere... thinks I am persnickety, about the tile floors.

And really... I have been encouraged to walk on them, spoken to lovingly and cuddled on them. I sometimes sneak onto them, but feel "caught" when Mom finds me there.

I have been here 8 months, and in that time... she has never scolded me.

That is not to say that she has not been forceful in two commands... "come" and "drop it", but that's because my two favorite games are "hard of hearing" and "chase me"!

Yes. I am ornery.

I'm gradually growing in comfort, though, because in the last month... I've pranced confidently (and absent mindedly) into the bathroom to get loving from the Mom!

You have no idea how BIG that step is for Big Boy Bleu (aka Bleu Bear)!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Big Boy

On a small rug...

And to quote the Luke... "Just sayin."

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

A Safer Choice in Sleeping Companions...

Given the precarious situation I found myself absent mindedly snuggled up in the other night, I am not heretofore more careful.

And this night, I choose pink bunny, which is actually a bear in a bunny suit, and one of three (bears in pink, green and purple bunny suits) that that were delivered to Luke and me by the
Easter Bunny!

Luke and I share our toys really well. And there has never been a spat, not even one.

And that is because of three things.

The first one is that there were no toys available to us in the first six days of our slumber party.

And then on Night 6 (New Year's Eve), Mom brought home my trousseau!

Luke and I had already made a brotherly connection, and even though I knew the basket was mine... I allowed Luke first pick. It was the least I could do for him, since he opened up his home and him Mom to me. Right?

And actually, I very rarely play with the toys in my hope basket, but prefer those I have been given in this new life. My first life was wonderful, really it was... but here, I am Co-King, with no chance for de-throning. There is singing and there is happiness and I have more nick names than ever. Life is really all about me and my brother... THE Luke!

Monday, August 24, 2009

Bad Weather

Mom!!! Please make Luke's patooty settle down!!!Uhhh... Perhaps I should be more specific.

Some place other than my nose would be preferable.
Ahhhhhh, yeah. Life is good so long as I don't move my tail!:::Don't move it. Don't move it. Don't move it:::!

Friday, August 21, 2009

danger Danger DANGER

The storms have subsided and there is a calm about the home, until... Mom finds me snuggled up with Luke's baby.

Luke loves her, I think, because she was Comet's favorite toy. He found her in his first week or so here.

Mom went to great lengths to put away ALL of Comet's toys, so she thinks it is fate that Sweety Girl's favorite "reindeer with the candies for the feets" was left somewhere special... for Luke to find.

I like her too, because she has many good scents...

But nearing bed time, Mom panicked when she discovered our snuggle fest.

And when "last call" was abruptly announced by Mom, I was brought to my senses! I sure don't want to be caught in repose with Luke's baby!

I hopped up to go outside, and you can bet when I come back in, I'll pick another baby to snuggle. No problem!

Bad Weather and a Beautiful Idea

It is storming and not just that, but it is STORMING!

Luke has gone brazerk. He jumped over my head about a million times. And Mom has stepped over me almost as many.

She finally made me get in the bed so my big self was not sprawled out across the tiny floor.

I resisted the thought at first, but now see the beauty of the idea!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Good Weather

Good weather for snoofin the ground...

Good weather for snoofin the airs...

Good weather to be watching Luke out of the bunker!
Good weather for Mom to be watching me!...

O, hi!!!

Monday, August 17, 2009

I'm a G Boy!

G stands for:

Gentle and Gentile... A Real Gentleman!
Go Along to Get Along!
Gleeful Grub Hound and also a Grazer!
Gee, I'm Cute!
Good humored (and also kinda Goofy), Good Looking and also Good Natured!
And... Golden!


You were thinking Greyhound???

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Morning Bloom and A Game...

We woke up to a beautiful night sirius bloom!

And now here's the game...

Can you find the Bleu???

OK, what if I turn my head???

Sunday, August 2, 2009

The "H" Word

fIf you were to look in the dictionary under "loving", you are very likely to see my picture.

I love most every single thing in life. Really, I do ( with exception of trolley ride, doctor's office and equipment noises).

But one thing that disturbs me is when my brother Luke is in NBD (nervous break down) mode.

I have no problem staying perfectly still, and letting him step and/or hop over me. Does it get old? Yes, it does.

But I prefer that to the alternative of masking or drowning the thunder with the dishwasher.

I hate equipment noises! And that's when I need my own great big bunker!